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English: View of the northern side of the railroad bridge by Quaker Oats in Cedar Rapids, Iowa (Photo credit: Wikipedia) How did you pick your profession? Did you ever think about what you wanted to be when you grew up? Did you know, as my older son did, at the age of 13? Or, as my younger son did, when you were a Senior in high school? Did you just happen on to your profession or did you choose it? Was it a family tradition or new with you? My mother thought I could be the next Betty Crocker, for Amana, an appliance company near our home in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. She encouraged me to be a writer... (Read More ...)

Mom Always Liked You Best Sunday, February 5, 1967, was 12 days after my first phone call with the boy who would become my husband a year later. Michigan State University sign. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Sunday, February 5, 1967, was 9 days after the blind date in a snowstorm with that boy. Sunday, February 5, 1967, I was in my dorm room at Michigan State University, studying for classes the second semester of my Sophomore year. Our dorm had a tv room. It was rarely used except for one show we all gathered to watch, Peyton Place. Mia Farrow, married, inappropriately we all thought, to the much... (Read More ...)

How Do You Know He’s Mister Right? Do you remember when you first knew you had met your mate for life? He called a few minutes before 10 at night, just as we were about to spring a surprise birthday party for someone on our dorm floor. As soon as he introduced himself, I said, “We’re about to spring a surprise birthday party. If you’ll give me your number, I’ll call you back in 30 minutes.” Michigan State University Seal (Photo credit: Wikipedia) And, I did. He said later he was so struck by my thoughtfulness, instead of asking him to call me back 30 minutes later, that he was already... (Read More ...)

Did You Cry the First Time You Left Home? Do you remember when you left home on your own the first time? At 18, I had never traveled alone farther than walking to school, driving into the city to church, going to church camp, or traveling with the church choir to Mexico. I was accepted for Early Admission into Michigan State University, so my entire Senior year of high school I knew where I was going to college. My father had taken me on a two-week driving trip from Texas to Michigan the summer before my Senior year. He had written to the provost’s offices and arranged meetings with them so... (Read More ...)

Image via Wikipedia In 1967, I was a sophomore in college. It was January, at Michigan State University. We had not yet had any snow for the season. I got a phone call from a guy who was a fraternity brother of someone I’d dated briefly several months before. He said one of the other brothers had suggested he call. We talked for three hours. During that conversation, he asked if I wanted to go toboganning. I said yes, but asked if you could go when there was no snow. He said he was from Georgia and some people said he controlled the sun (a different story – something about making... (Read More ...)